I love the way you look at me when I sit here and cry.
I love the way you make me feel after I tell you why.
I hate how you turn it around to make it always about you.
What do you expect me to do?
How can I go on living my life like this?
Is it too much to ask for a little bit of happiness?
I just don't know what to do.
I feel as if I have to please each and everyone of you.
How is that supposed to make me feel?
It's like I always get the ass end of the deal.
I feel that my life is pointless. Wrapped up in your life, your bliss.
It's like you don't even care.
As if I'm not even there.
You have to tell me what to do.
I don't even know if I still love you.
